Welcome home, my dear old friend.
I can’t say I’m pleased to see you again.
I’m drowning in the essence you’ve spilled,
But held in comfort of the spirit you shield.
These dark deep waters seem to harm
But the lower you get, the further you are,
And the hatred and sadness slowly ebbs away
As you watch from down under of each passing day.
The lower you get, the further you fall;
That’s what you’ve always taught me, after all.
Emotions will drain from your body like blood
And the water will encase you as your ashes become mud.
If you ever shall rise to the top again,
You should know no matter what,
Water’s always your friend.
And you’ll hate with a passion when the waves sweep you under
Until you remember how you hated the thunder.